One of my favorite things about living in Virginia is being surrounded by so many farms. We have more Farmers Markets than I’ve ever seen right here in our own backyard and I’m telling you, I may never need to take my offspring to Disney World after seeing how they light up at the opportunity to gather fresh produce into crates and baskets.

We headed to the Farmers Market mid-week last week which we never do, but I’m so glad we discovered this new trick. There wasn’t a single person there aside from us which is pretty ideal seeing as these two tend to take over the place.

Oshiolema searched high and low for a wagon and even though it was finicky, he was absolutely determined to be the “worker man” as he calls it and drag that wagon with every ounce of strength he has. I love his heart to help others, it’s just the sweetest thing.

Keogena, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the wagon unless there were peaches in it. Peaches she can get on board with.

She is equally tempted by fruit and dirt but thankfully fruit won out for the majority of the day.

I took the kids on a wagon ride by the green houses to give them a break from all the temptation to down fruit by the bucket-full and these two together in a wagon is the stuff dreams are made of. Sometimes I just stop and look at them and am in awe that I have a daughter and a son. When did this happen? When did I become the one raising humans? I may never get over it.

Like any mom ever to exist, the weeks are busy. There is so much hustle and bustle in motherhood- the “to-do” list never ends. We end up at the grocery store more often than not, and while it’s just not realistic for me to restrict all of our shopping to these once-a-week hauls (Mama needs some chips, you know?) there is absolutely nothing like walking outside in the dirt, sorting through crates to pick our food for the week. Oshiolema’s mind is blown every time- He asks where the food came from, asks about the farmers and the apple trees and the tomato plant. Watching the wheels turn in his mind when it comes to where his food comes from gives me all the motivation to change out of pajamas on Saturday and get out into produce paradise.

I love seeing the people that picked the very thing I’m eating. I love that the tomatoes aren’t copy+paste replicas of each other. I love seeing the sign that says “two weeks left to get your peaches!” Because seasons are changing. I get so inspired by the colors, planning meals as I go. Perfect sweet corn means it’s time for tacos, fresh apples call for applesauce and roasted brussel sprouts. If you venture off to your local Farmers Market this week, leave a comment and let me know what you’re making! I may just have to make another mid-week pit stop.

Side note: O is not pleased with the whole bloomer+ shirt thing. I’m trying to convince them that bloomers count as bottoms but he pretty much just thinks I’m getting her half dressed every day.